The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 66: What Just Happened

I guess I fell asleep, because when I woke up, Harry was back, it was dark out and he was petting my head. I look up, and see him smiling down at me. "Harry I have to tell you something.." I say, startling him. "Shit, I thought you were asleep" he mutters, as he recovers from his scare. "Your friends just...raped me behind your back" His eyes widen, right before he storms downstairs faster than lightning, and I hear yelling. "WHAT THE HELL YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT I LIKE HER!" "WELL WHAT IF WE LIKE HER TOO!" "ESPECIALLY ME!" "SHUT UP NIALL!" I cover my face, and roll to the other side. I'm done. "NO MORE SLEEPOVERS" I yell, and they get quiet. "FINE" they yell back, as I cover my face with the pillow. Harry comes back upstairs, and I hear everyone leave. "Thank fucking god" I mutter under my breath, as Harry lays down after stripping to his boxers. "I got them out, they might not come back here without my permission, EVER." he says, giving me relief. I look up at him, my eyes squinting. "are you jesus" . We both start laughing, and then he interrupts. "Goodnight, kiddo" "Goodnight Harry"

*THE NEXT DAY*

I get up, and Harry's asleep. I get up, and he grabs me again. "Stayyyyy" he whines. I groan as I keep walking, literally pulling him out of bed. "Uuuuugh" he groans. "Harry I can barely fucking walk because of you and my butt stings." I say, making him do a sleepy laugh. "Stay sleeping, I'll make breakfast." He groans again, and I grab his hand and pull it off of my arm. I go downstairs, and make pancakes. I guess the smell attracted him because a few seconds after they were served, he ran downstairs like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Pancakes!!!!" he yelled, as he sat down and grabbed like 5 and stacked them up. "Harry Styles or 5 year old boy. The world will never know." I tease, making him smile as he stuffed his face with pancakes. "Sleep good?" I ask. "I slept good because you did me good." I throw a fresh pancake at his face, and it plasters on his face with a *PLOP* I laugh, and he walks over after pulling it off of his face. He picks me up a bit by my waist. "Here comes the tickle monster!" "No Harry! Don-" He starts tickling me, and I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe. "Harry stop!" I say, inbetween giggles. He chuckles at me, and then puts me down. "The concert's tomorrow." he reminds me.